Many rivers to cross but I can't seem to find my way over. Wandering, I am lost as I travel along the white cliffs of Dover. Many rivers to cross and it's only my will that keeps me alive. I've been licked, washed up for years, and I merely survive because of my pride.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1836 | 2014-08-03 19:52:21 | 77.34 | 97% |
| 1803 | 2014-07-29 21:28:37 | 81.95 | 100% |
| 1404 | 2010-04-24 22:27:21 | 98.10 | |
| 990 | 2010-04-13 01:33:22 | 79.88 | |
| 650 | 2010-03-21 16:31:29 | 77.54 | |
| 190 | 2009-01-03 22:02:32 | 87.25 |